Shower Head

Hearing the water running in the shower, she went into the bathroom and called to him, "Do you like the new shower head? The one you were supposed to install today? The one I installed while you were out playing golf?"

She wasn't really angry, but she did want him to think she was.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was planning to do it this afternoon."

She opened the shower curtain and looked at him. He was all soapy, with soap in his hair, on his chest, and on his semi-erect cock. Seeing him like that, she couldn't be angry if she wanted to. "Sure, sure," she said.

"Really, honey. That's why I came home early."

She looked at his semi hard cock. It seemed to stiffen under her gaze. "Hmm," she said, staring at him. "Well, since I installed it, it's my shower head, and you shouldn't be allowed to use it unless I say so." She reached into the shower and turned it off.

"HEY" he cried.

"Nope. No shower head for you." Shower head. Now there's an idea, she thought, noticing the unintended double entendre in her comment.

He seemed to miss the double entendre, and said "You can't leave me like this, all soapy. I need to rinse off."

She grinned at him. "Hmm. I see that. But I can't let you use the new shower head."

"C'mon honey."

"Nope. You should have thought of that before."

He saw the smile on her face, and knew she was toying with him. He decided to play along. "Maybe you could rinse me off?"

"Hah. That's just a trick to get me in the shower with you!"

"Aw, honey. I wouldn't do a thing like that. I just want to get rid of this soap."

She laughed. "Like heck you wouldn't. If I get in there, before you know it, you'll have your hands all over me, massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples, running your tongue over them, sucking them."

"Who me?" he asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible. She ignored him and continued. "Then you'll slide your wet slippery hands between my legs, caressing my smooth pussy, slipping a finger between my lips, pressing it against my throbbing clit." She was turning herself on, and obviously, she was turning him on, too.

He was nearly fully erect now. He wanted to grab her and pull her into the shower and fuck her silly. But he knew that playing her game could be even more fun.

"Honey, please. When have I ever done a thing like that?"

She laughed. "You? No, not you. Nope. Never. But still, I can't trust you."

"I could promise," he said, hopefully.

"Nope. Can't trust you. If you want me to rinse you off, you'll have to let me tie your hands behind your back."

"Okay," he agreed quickly. Too quickly. So she added to the bargain, "And when I'm finished, you're all mine for the rest of the afternoon."

And then his hands were behind his back, and she was wrapping a towel around his wrists, tying them together. Slowly, teasingly, she stripped off her blouse and her bra, then slowly pulled her shorts down. She wasn't wearing panties, and smiled as his cock twitched as he stared at her smooth pussy.

She moved him to the back of the shower, then stepped in, turning the water on. "Close your eyes. And keep them closed." She took the shower head and directed the spray over his head, watching the water cascade over his face. When the soap was gone, she kissed him, teasing his mouth with her tongue. She pulled her mouth from his, kissed his ear, flicked her tongue over his ear and whispered, "Keep your eyes closed, honey. I'm not finished rinsing you. And move your feet apart so I can rinse between your legs, under your balls, the underside of your cock."

The soft spray tickled between his legs like a thousand soft kisses, and he groaned. "You're torturing me."

"Yes. And I'm enjoying every minute of it."

His cock grew rock hard as she sprayed his balls, then up the underside of his erection. He squirmed, his legs buckling. "Honey, please. Unite me and let me make love to you."

"Oh no! I'm not finished rinsing you yet. There's more soap here," she said, directing the spray between his legs from the rear, tickling his ass and the sensitive area below his testicles. "And here," she said, spraying the underside of his cock from this new angle.

He was moaning and shaking and she kissed him softly, still directing the spray under his cock, then whispered, "Don't you like the way I give you shower head?" She kissed down his body, licking his nipples, nibbling his stomach, then flicking her tongue over the head of his cock.

"Honey, pleeeease," was all he could say as she slowly drew him between her lips, still directing the spray between his legs and under his balls.

"I have to make sure all the soap is gone," she said, licking his neck and throat. "No soap there." She ran the spray over his nipples and then licked, sucking gently. "No soap there, either."

"Hon-eeee," he cried. "Please stop teasing me and let me make love to you."

"We have all afternoon for that, remember? And you wanted me to rinse all the soap off. I think there's still some down here" she said, directing the spray under his cock and over his balls.

She knelt down and licked the underside of his cock. His cock jumped when she licked it. She paused, still spraying the water under it, watching it pulse. When the throbbing subsided, she licked again.

"Aughhh!" he cried when she slipped her tongue under his balls and ran it up the underside of his cock yet again.

"No soap there either. Better be thorough, though."

Still spraying water under his balls, she slipped her lips over the head of his cock, and sucked, slowing drawing his entire length into her mouth. He exploded into her mouth, groaning and shaking, barely able to stand. She swallowed and sucked until he stopped cumming, then stood up.

"All done," she said. "You're all rinsed off."

"Wow. Honey, you are unbelievable," he said.

"Thank you," she said. "And now I hope you haven't forgotten our deal."

"Our deal?"

"Yep. You're mine for the entire afternoon. And you did say you wanted to make love to me, didn't you?"

"Of course," he said. This was one bargain he certainly wanted to keep.